It wouldn't be special. I had given mine away so freely and regret it. I didn't want her to feel the same thing.The banging against the wall starts up...again. I don't know how to respond without upsetting her. I down my drink then have another. I don't like this.She grabs at my belt. My hand goes over hers to stop her."I don't think you want to do that," I warn.I'm already struggling to hold myself back. She was trying to ruin my restraint, but her green eyes are fiery."I think I do," she says. “No, I don’t want her, she is a shit fuck and just a groupie. Man, I can find them anywhere,” he countered to the phone before looking around the graveyard. I could almost read his face saying, ‘well maybe not here,’ with a slight tilt of his lips. He took the last drop of Jack Daniels and threw the bottle at a headstone in the row in front of me. The glass debris rained down and landed a few inches short of my hiding place.“Is that right man, well you know what? Fuck you and your groupie,” he. My father-in-law was retiring that day and for that function, my in-laws and wife were out of the house. Neeru came in late from her college and with mutual attraction, we ended up having sex thrice that night and went to sleep in our respective rooms. My wife and in-laws came in late from the function and slept only around midnight.On the next day, I woke up as usual and Neeru was already in the kitchen making tea. She was wearing an outsize t-shirt with very small shorts and looking sexy as. McKenzie. He told me it was a hundred pounds, but I don't know. I doubt it. I think he lies, very often he lies. Most of the men went for ten guineas or less, maybe a few for a little more, them with skills. He could see my bruises, my black eye, and the stripes on my back when I had my dress in my hands.I can write my name, but I just made my mark on the paper(bond) where they showed me. I couldn't read what it said. Then they let me put my dress back on. It was all I had, no shift or.